Gimme the Keys

Squinting from blinding rays of the sun
 Deep in the heart of July
 There to perform for children of corn
 Whose crops stood well twelve foot high
 Three knaves remained to the end of the day
 We refused their vile entreats
 Standing our ground, we played for the ears
 Between the harvester's teeth
 Great Plains, hardcore scenes
 May not be the biggest but, lord, they're mean
 And though my mind has been shot to hell
 The details of that night I remember well
 Gravel and locust, they swore to rope us
 We did our best to steer straight
 Trailer and hitch, straight into the ditch
 Praying to Jesus and the holy saints
 Despite the violence, sometimes I look back
 A nostalgia begins to take hold
 Wisdom of sorts is found in due course
 In the rows of silver and gold
 Great Plains, hardcore scenes
 May not be the biggest but, lord, they're mean
 And though my mind has been shot to hell
 The details of that night I remember well
 Gimme the keys
 They can keep the guarantee
 Gimme the keys
 And get the hell out of dodge
 Hey man, we don't got your
 We don't got your SM-57
 Look dude, why don't you
 Try some old-fashioned PMA
 Through bloody butchers, we ran for hours
 Then hours grew into years
 Stalked by the fury of John Brown's eyes
 And still the storm hasn't cleared
 Despite the mileage, sometimes I look back
 A nostalgia begins to take hold
 Wisdom of sorts is found
 Of course in rows of silver and gold
 Great Plains, hardcore scenes
 May not be the biggest but, lord, they're mean
 And though my mind has been shot to hell
 The details of that night I remember well
 Gimme the keys
 They can keep the guarantee
 Gimme the keys
 And get the hell out of dodge